C174 Crows

Lee Qianjue looked at the wooden fish in his hand with a sigh. If it was him, he would choose to destroy those souls instead of saving them.

"Young Master Ming Yuan, he …" Ning's eyes were as clear as spring water.

"Don't worry, he hasn't died yet. It's just that his soul is too weak and he fell into a deep sleep within the wooden fish." Lee Qianjue waved the wooden fish in his hand